"It will be alright," Dana replied, trying to console him. "The doctor said that with physiotherapy, you will be feeling much better in a couple of months. After we go home, they will send an expert to help you with your muscle movements every day."
"But I can't do anything. Just getting out of bed seems like a challenge to me."
"I'll be there with you every step of the way. Don't you forget that."
"Dana."
"Yes"
"I kind of like this pain. It reminds me that I saved you. I can see that part of you is feeling guilty about what happened, but I just want you to know, I don't regret it. Never will."
It was almost like they had one mind.
Two days later, Kyle was transferred back to their apartment. Dana had cleaned out the whole place and set the bedroom exactly the way the doctor had asked. Given that she had suffered some minor injuries while on company work in Afghanistan, she was given the month off to recover. She could spend the next month doing analytical work from her laptop, and she planned to use these two months to get her brother back on his feet.
It took all the strength Kyle had just to sit up in bed. The physiotherapist arrived on time. She seemed dour and professional. The first exercise was to extend his right arm out in front of him. He tried, but the pain seemed too much to lift it. The therapist sympathetically tried helping him, but his arm wouldn't move.
Dana knew exactly what to do. She stood a few feet in front of him and outstretched her arm in front of him, telling him to hold her hand. He tried as hard as he could and raised it a few inches. His face was clenched with effort. Fighting through the pain barrier, he finally raised his arm so it was level with his shoulder. Now he had to outstretch it.
Extending his arm felt like it was being stretched in a medieval torture rack. He gritted his teeth and gradually, inch by inch, his fingertips got closer to hers. A monumental amount of effort later, he finally bridged the gap and gently touched her hand. This was all the effort he had in him and his arm fell down by his side. He was on the road to recovery.
In the subsequent days, they settled down into the routine. Kyle would spend almost the entire day in bed, with traction weights attached to his arms and legs. Each time the therapist came, Dana would remove the weights and help him go a little further on the road to recovery. The nights were what he looked forward to the most.
It all started on the third night, when Kyle was trying to get some sleep. Various unpleasant thoughts were plaguing his mind. She could have done so much during those weeks if not for him, and he felt he was becoming a burden to her. Dana still slept by his side every night, and he looked over at her sleeping peacefully. He longed to run his fingers through her hair and softly caress her, but his hands were of no use right now. Even as he thought about it, he could feel an uneasiness in his crotch. He glanced down to see a neatly formed tent.
"Well, at least one part of my body is still working fine," he thought.
He once again turned his head to look at his beloved sister. She was awake and looked straight into his eyes. She extended her arm and began drawing long, lazy circles across his face with the back of her hand. He gently kissed her hand whenever it reached his lips. After a few minutes she turned him on his back and straddled him.
Pulling his shirt up to his neck, she began similar caresses on his torso. She drew symmetrical lines with both hands all the way from his neck down to the waistband of his boxers and then all the way back up. She stopped at his nipples and circled them. After keeping this up for some time, she leaned forward and locked her lips around his. He kissed back, gently at first, but it soon turned passionate. She left his mouth and planted a multitude of kisses all over his face. Moving her face a little lower, she left a trail of kisses from his neck to his chest. She stopped there to pay some more attention to his nipples. She clasped her mouth around one and gently flicked her tongue over it, while running her fingers in concentric circles around the other. She alternated her treatment with the other one.
Even with reduced sensation, Kyle was feeling aroused. Dana seemed to know exactly where his erogenous zones were and passed her mouth over them, darting her tongue out where needed. With extreme dexterity, she reached his belly button. Since, he was virtually hairless, she made her way down in one continuous lick. She nestled her head against his abdomen and just lay like that for some time. He could feel a small wetness where her face rested, tears of love for the one person who was everything to her.
They just lay still like that for what seemed ages. She wrapped her arms around his waist held on tightly. That was when she spotted his erection. She rolled off him with a smile and delicately pulled down his boxers, watching his member as it sprang upright. Gently, she grasped it in her hand and ran her thumb all the way along the length upwards to the head. She held the base in one hand and languidly caressed the entire length of the shaft with the other, stopping at the head. This motion continued for some time, before she gripped his shaft and gradually increased the tempo of the strokes.
It didn't take long for the first translucent bead of precum to appear. She stopped her motion and observed as it slid down the front of the shaft. She intercepted it with the tip of her index finger and gently traced its path back to the top. Her face was awfully close to the hard knob now as she delicately stuck out her tongue and made the slightest contact with the extremely sensitive head.
Kyle could not help letting out a low moan of ecstasy. Dana took the hint and grazed just the tip of her tongue down his shaft and back up again. She held his member in her hand and turned it to one side so she could concentrate on freely licking the other. After liberally coating one side with saliva, she repeated this on the other side. She took the entire length of his dick into her mouth in one go and gently moved back and forth, keeping it in contact with her tongue. It wasn't long before Kyle exploded in her mouth coating the insides with thick cum.
She drained the last drop and then just lay there, with her head against his crotch. He knew the moment was perfect to caress her neck and run his fingers through her hair, but he was unable to. As Dana drew herself level with his face for a final kiss, she saw a solitary teardrop making its way down his cheek. Immediately she blocked its path with her tongue and followed the wet trail back to his eye where she planted another kiss.
Almost every night, she would do something new to Kyle. Her dexterity was amazing. Her passion was intense. Her range was unbelievable. At every turn, she was ready with some new and intricate manoeuvre. To cap it all, she possessed the subtlest and most recondite style possible. At one moment, after some particularly boisterous cadenza, it seemed like the zenith of pleasure had been reached, then suddenly the whole tempo would begin to change and the melody would become so childlike and innocent that it would perfectly encapsulate the purity of Dana's desires. She played his body like a harp, plucking at imaginary strings all over, listening to the new reactions and new sounds which came out. Soon, she knew her 'instrument' well enough to play the most sensual melodies and listen to the sweet symphony of ecstasy that followed. During all these blissful nights, she treated Kyle's body like a sculpture made of crystal, afraid that it would break at the hint of force.
By the end of two weeks, Kyle could safely drink a cup of coffee without spilling it. By the end of the month he could walk up to the bathroom and back with some assistance. Soon he was able to move around the apartment on his own, limping and falling occasionally, but able to get up again. One day, Dana found him looking through the classifieds.
"Looking for a job?"
"Yeah. I might be fit enough to walk around but not nearly physically able enough to go back to the Army. I was thinking something more in line with my previous job as an interior decorator. I looked up my old crew. They've moved on and are now working for different design firms all across the state. Guess I should do the same."
"Well, I may be able to help there," said Dana, with a smile as she retrieved a folder from her cabinet. "I submitted your résumé to a few head-hunters and got one good interview lined up. CreativeSpaces, the top design firm here, headed by Stella Rousseau. She is quite the designer. Most of New York's fabulous social elite gatherings are her work. Add to that a mile-long queue of hotel chains asking for her expertise, as well as some private clients. From what I found out she is at the top of the interior design food chain here."
"Wow, you seem to have done some thorough research."
"That's not all I can tell you about her. She was publicly voted the toughest boss to work under in the city last month, a title she seems to take pride in. I have spoken to some of her past employees and they all vouch for her vindictive, sadistic outlook. She hires a new junior associate designer once a year and works him hard enough for him to quit within a month. None of her previous ten picks have lasted longer than that. I personally spoke to her last hire-and-fire, who says that in his short time there, he was ridden more often than the subway."
They laughed at this joke and began their respective breakfasts.
"She personally conducts the interviews and hires one among hundreds of applicants. Apparently she takes pleasure in demeaning and humiliating the rest."
"Are you trying to scare me? Because it's working. I hardly have a shot there."
